Back on the road—back to Baldur’s Gate. What fun.

The human sits around the makeshift fire, rubbing his nose bridge and letting out low groans of aggravation. His last two companions sleep away peacefully while he sits under the stars, pissed.

this mission was supposed to be easy. Grab an artifact and go, get rich and don’t ask questions. Now basically his whole crew is dead and he has to suffer with the burden of being on watch to make sure they don’t die too.

“Fuck…” he grumbles.